Submissions by Deafinition
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
As stated above, my passion lies in music and as such, most of my poems will be spoken word.
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Tombstone
Underneath a stone laid a catacomb of tunnels
Routing in different directions but always seems to funnel
They descended deep into the crust, beyond the light of day
With the darkness swallowed ambience, life became the prey
And sure enough came organisms devoted to their will
To feed upon the soil beyond the cobble covered till
As they descended with the darkness death was hearkened with a shrill
Now they lay beneath the coffin covers and everything was still
Routing in different directions but always seems to funnel
They descended deep into the crust, beyond the light of day
With the darkness swallowed ambience, life became the prey
And sure enough came organisms devoted to their will
To feed upon the soil beyond the cobble covered till
As they descended with the darkness death was hearkened with a shrill
Now they lay beneath the coffin covers and everything was still
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Coping With Anger
I understand I'm no better than the people I hate
When I get irate my heart races and I retaliate
I start to pace I'm faced with a heart full of anger
I'm not a stranger to this stranger fate of labor
I'm paper thin flavored with sin and rage within
A container of gin save or be saved before the tables spin
No angel or djinn. I'm more capable of taking a razor to my wrist
Over fits or kiss a tazer for ever making a wish
Lick sockets with pockets filled with vicodin trips
My talking might stop it in spite of my opposite tips
I'm a shock to the kids who...
When I get irate my heart races and I retaliate
I start to pace I'm faced with a heart full of anger
I'm not a stranger to this stranger fate of labor
I'm paper thin flavored with sin and rage within
A container of gin save or be saved before the tables spin
No angel or djinn. I'm more capable of taking a razor to my wrist
Over fits or kiss a tazer for ever making a wish
Lick sockets with pockets filled with vicodin trips
My talking might stop it in spite of my opposite tips
I'm a shock to the kids who...
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